Silent Rain Novels & Stories

The rain continued tracing its sleepy rhythm, carrying her stillness outward, toward whoever was ready to hear it. ✨ Ready for Part 92? We might follow Dani’s grain of rice as it inspires a new ritual, or trace how Ren’s Beside the Pouch loop affects someone far from Baler. The quiet keeps echoing—and it’s beautifully patient. 🌙🪶

Jahaan se zamaane ko guzre zamaana hua Where the world passed Mera samay toh wahin pe hai thehra hua My time is still there Bataaun tumhe kya mere sath kya kya hua Tell me what happened to me Khamoshiyan ek saaz hai Tum dhun koi laao zaraa You tune someone Khamoshiyan alfaaz hain Kabhi aa gunguna le zara Silence is Alphas Sometimes come lukewarm Desperate to talk Let them say, please come Silences Your mine, silence Silences Draped, silenced Rivers water also flows silently here Lakh silences hidden in moonlight Where are the drops of rain There is a silent smoke in the burning hearts Silence is sky Come on you fly Feeling silent Do you feel Beqarar hain baat karne ko Kehne do inko zaraa.. h

The house is quiet, the few servants around having retired to their rooms, leaving her alone with no one to see. The heavy drops hit her skin, making her shiver. In her silent world, she wishes—just for a moment—to hear the sound of the rain. The colors of the evening rain are soft and blurry, calming in a way she can only feel, not fully understand. All she knows is that it’s beautiful.

The steady, rhythmic sweep of the windshield wipers was the only sound inside the leather-scented cocoon of Xavier’s sedan as the autumn rain lashed against the tinted glass. Outside, the city was a blur of smeared neon lights and wet asphalt, but inside, the silence between them was thick, heavy, and humming with the aftershocks of the dinner.

On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸

The air itself seemed unnaturally still. Even the faint dust drifting through the narrow shafts of sunlight appeared to hang motionless, suspended in the quiet glow. Then slowly… Very slowly… A faint smile curved along Seryna’s lips. “Well… well…” she murmured. Her voice was soft. But within the silent chamber it carried clearly, brushing against the stone walls and returning in faint whispers. “Well.” She exhaled slowly, releasing something she had been holding for far longer than either Mira or Riven could imagine.

One page at a time. One person at a time. One still, deep, patient day at a time. Until the water found its level. And the room became real. And the invisible all the invisible became seen. THE SILENT LUNA End of Volume One

she said hoping she was signing sensible sense to the lady. “I think you sure are missing the point, I am broken, I have been used, I don’t think properly without my brain having fear, and to make all the matters worst who would like to have a mate who is deaf? I am deaf Jacqueline, he just might get tired with the fact that I am deaf and might just hit me one day when I don’t respond the way I am supposed to respond”

Cause we even sleep in one small bed back in the village with his shirtless all around but I found no sparks, maybe because I’m just trying to ignore him and convinced myself that It was just a part of me idolizing him as my best friend but the more it gets longer the heavier it gets for me to hold this feelings of mine towards this guy with the same name as mine. He ordered foods then we ate like a freaking mute for not uttering even a single word until we finished. And I tell you, it wasn’t that painful to hold yourself to not speak especially when you’re facing the man that you secretly like cause you tried to watch every words that comes out of your mouth and making sure that it is all g

The train picked up speed, and Pierton became nothing but a smear of gray. Sleep claimed me when I didn't realize it. I had a long, long dream. I was in my early 20s in that dream, about the age when I first met William. He was saying something, but his voice couldn't carry across the distance between us. I couldn't see the look on his face either. The train conductor woke me up. I'd arrived at my stop. I grabbed my luggage and stepped off the cabin, my steps lighter than ever. I had no lingering feelings for the past that I'd left behind. As I returned to my hometown, gentle winds brushed my hair, the scent of grass and soil tickling my nose.